Phenom.

"There will come a day When the fear of death will be the favorite joke Passed amongst corpses, And..."

Sat, 25 May 2013 00:50:58 -0400

“

There will come a day
When the fear of death will be the favorite joke
Passed amongst corpses,
And they’re already laughing

My love, please don’t be afraid, but there will come a day
When field mice play in our empty sockets
When our bones become homes for living creatures other than our egos
When time jostles our skeletons out of the composition that is me and you
Will write with us, love letters that spell I owe you eternity

If we believe in life after death
Then I often wonder why we assume the dead like coffins
When people were never meant to live in boxes
So I pray that our children have the good sense to leave us a little wiggle room
Leave us exposed like stray dogs in a thunderstorm

I will hear the breeze, but not know it as the breeze
I will feel the rain, but not know it as the rain
I will behold the sky, but not know it as the sky
Instead, I will hear the breeze and think it is your laugh returning to the hearth of my ear
I will feel the rain and think it is the pinprick of your kiss

When the rain is tender I will know that something has softened you
When the rain is violent I will know that something has shaken you
In this newfound understanding without eyes or ears or hands or lips
Our bare bones will make love in the dirt, never knowing our nakedness

Imagine, a course wind cursing through a calligraphy of weeds
In our disrepair we have grown gardens of ourselves
Sprouts of curious grass shooting from my eye sockets
Our knuckles, hard, smooth skipping stones meant for child’s play
The devilish sun picking its way through your missing teeth

Neither one of us can keep from smiling these days
The days go unnoticed and the nights go unslept
We talk with our souls through the holes in our ribs where organs once sat
Imagine, your skull in mine both reduced to grins
Both washed clean of our skins and our sins

Growing young again
Forgetting why we ever wrinkled or why we ever furrowed our brow
With the plow, the plow of anger
Become dust with me, insignificant and everywhere
For I will love you, even after your marrow has become a whisper
Your bones, nothing but the snickering of gravel
With the sunk and the spaces that are shadows
Whats behind your skeleton, laced with mine

I will tie your soul on my ankles and know what it’s like to step into a dream
You will tie on my backbone, see how bad it hurt the day you said you were calling it quits
I don’t remember why you left, or why you came back
I don’t know how many years have passed
Not really sure years passed at all

All I know is the rain falls, you kiss me like a rainfall
The sun, it bleaches us clear and everyday is a romance
All this to say we’re already laughing
There is a wedding of earthworms and pebbles
Waiting in our tuxedo skeletons, the wrong fit

There is place for our faces to lie, planted besides, forever smiling
There is a place, where we can be still and in love
There exists a place, where we can still be in love
Just two gentle skulls.

”

- Alysia Harris (via praytolove)

I’m pretty sure Rudy Francisco and I are the same person. You see, Rudy seems to dedicate time...

Fri, 24 May 2013 22:55:35 -0400

I’m pretty sure Rudy Francisco and I are the same person. You see, Rudy seems to dedicate time and effort to things that will only last a few seconds. I do the same sometimes. Rudy says he tends to fall in love with people that will never love him back. As do I. I agree with him, it is way easier than it seems because I just get so facsinated with people… He argues that it’s even less dangerous this way. Is it really?

Well, I’m ready to walk in the face of danger.

"You see, I want that, ‘my friends think I’m crazy’ kind of love. That ‘reckless’ kind of love. That..."

Fri, 24 May 2013 22:41:20 -0400

““You see, I want that, ‘my friends think I’m crazy’ kind of love. That ‘reckless’ kind of love. That ‘wake up early make you breakfast’ kind of love. That, ‘crack open my life and say look, you gotta see this’ kind of love…””

- Rudy Francisco

modelmemoirs: Either I’m overwhelmed with emotions or lacking them wholeheartedly. There’s no in...

Fri, 24 May 2013 03:26:59 -0400

modelmemoirs:

Either I’m overwhelmed with emotions or lacking them wholeheartedly. There’s no in between.

My lips are burning For your lips, your cheeks, neck, flesh Not sure who you are…

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:57:29 -0400

My lips are burning
For your lips, your cheeks, neck, flesh
Not sure who you are…

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Wed, 22 May 2013 17:42:36 -0400

You can’t sit with us.

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:00:20 -0400

You can’t sit with us.

I’m hard on the outside because I’m soft on the inside. It’s really just a defense...

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:27:39 -0400

I’m hard on the outside because I’m soft on the inside. It’s really just a defense mechanism.

"I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now:..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:49:33 -0400

“I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.”

- Thought Catalog (via mariecrisfuentes)

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Sat, 18 May 2013 20:55:44 -0400

My new babies

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:53:21 -0400

My new babies

amnesiax: What once was the Teaneck movie theatre.

Fri, 17 May 2013 01:14:48 -0400

amnesiax:

What once was the Teaneck movie theatre.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 23:51:21 -0400

Au revoir

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:31:34 -0400

I stood in that narrow hallway in front of your room for about ten minutes last night. I was saying goodbye to all of the house’s rooms because it would be the last time I would be there, but I couldn’t bring myself to open your door. The limbs beneath me wouldn’t allow me to get close enough to even touch the handle. I stared blankly at the white door, wishing that your room still glowed, that I could still see the dim red light creeping out from underneath it and seeping from the vent over head. I was afraid the room would be empty. I wanted to fall onto your bed once more.
But that last room on the far end of that three-bedroom apartment is no more.

"Nothing can wear you out like caring about people."

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:52:33 -0400

“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.”

- S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via cinisterr)

"Write hard and clear about what hurts."

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:49:36 -0400

“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”

- Ernest Hemingway (via kitty-en-classe)

I always get confused when a guy that I recently started texting says that he misses me. What am I...

Mon, 13 May 2013 15:55:53 -0400

I always get confused when a guy that I recently started texting says that he misses me. What am I supposed to say to that?
Guy: “I miss you”
Me:”Uhh, thank you.”

"Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive."

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:14:47 -0400

“Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.”

- Hafiz (via haitianprophet)

Last night I felt real arms around me. No hope, no harm. Just another false alarm…

Sun, 12 May 2013 01:40:07 -0400

Last night I felt real arms around me. No hope, no harm. Just another false alarm…

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Thu, 09 May 2013 21:31:36 -0400